"Sir, are you the one paying?"
"Yes, yes, I am." Chen Yiyang took out a credit card to settle the bill.
Then, looking at the price, wow, this night cost at least a hundred thousand Baht.
Almost twenty thousand RMB.
The point is, Chen Yiyang didn't enjoy a single bit of it.
He was just called to pay the bill, while the person who called him, Mr. Schaefer, is now being held up by two beautiful people whose gender is hard to determine.
If he hadn't known this guy was just drunk, he might have thought he died here.
Chen Yiyang gave the two a small tip and had them help Schaefer into a car, directly sending him to the hotel.
By noon the next day, when Chen Yiyang knocked on Schaefer's door, Schaefer had regained a bit of clarity.
"Here, your bill from last night." Chen Yiyang handed Schaefer the invoice he paid last night.
"I have no money." Schaefer waved dejectedly.
"I know you don't have money, but didn't you just close a big deal? Pay me back when your commission comes in."
